from the same sky, by sophia_sol (T)
Thank you so much for the opportunity to rec my favorite tiny fandom! I'm sad to see the crack_van era come to an end. While my Rómeó és Júlia recs ended up being something of a Tybalt & Mercutio show due to what currently exists, there's plenty of opportunity to write about other characters, including the women, and our little fandom is always excited to lure in new writers. If you missed it the first time, you can find out more about how to watch the show in the fandom overview.
Fandom: RÓMEÓ ÉS JÚLIA
Characters: Tybalt, Mercutio
Length: 1040 words
Author on LJ: sophia-sol
Author Website: fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
A concise and deceptively complex take on another possible backstory for Tybalt and Mercutio, in "from the same sky" they might be something like friends-but despite their youth, Tybalt already has no hope, and Mercutio has already learned cruelty. They're "fine" for now, almost happy, perhaps (and the story delivers on gorgeous Tybalt hair porn as well), but it's all shadowed by the looming future.
Tybalt reaches gingerly back to feel the ball of burs Mercutio had put in his hair. He gives an experimental tug, but the burs are thoroughly entangled. "You pile of stinking shit," Tybalt snarls. It's going to take him forever to get them all out, or he'll have to go home like this and see the disdain and despair on his parents' faces as they are confronted yet again with their failure of a son. Why did he neglect to protect himself from this indignity? they will ask. Why did he not revenge himself appropriately?
from the same sky
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Fandom: RÓMEÓ ÉS JÚLIA
Characters: Tybalt, Mercutio
Length: 1040 words
Author on LJ: sophia-sol
Author Website: fic on AO3
Why this must be read:
A concise and deceptively complex take on another possible backstory for Tybalt and Mercutio, in "from the same sky" they might be something like friends-but despite their youth, Tybalt already has no hope, and Mercutio has already learned cruelty. They're "fine" for now, almost happy, perhaps (and the story delivers on gorgeous Tybalt hair porn as well), but it's all shadowed by the looming future.
Tybalt reaches gingerly back to feel the ball of burs Mercutio had put in his hair. He gives an experimental tug, but the burs are thoroughly entangled. "You pile of stinking shit," Tybalt snarls. It's going to take him forever to get them all out, or he'll have to go home like this and see the disdain and despair on his parents' faces as they are confronted yet again with their failure of a son. Why did he neglect to protect himself from this indignity? they will ask. Why did he not revenge himself appropriately?
from the same sky
If you enjoy this story, please take a moment to tell the author. Tiny fandom writers always appreciate encouragement!